The Notorious B.I.G.
앨범 : Duets : The Final Chapter

Welcome to the house of pain
Just Blaze niggaz
Theres no we
it seems I can't get free
Sombody tell me
what's happenin to me
The country bud
got me chokin
I'm on a mission to the point
motherfuckers
think I'm smokin
Yea that sick nigga
Biggie wit the H shot
fifth Wit the extra clip
for that extra shit
Don't you know that
killin is thrillin
All the blood spillin
is all up on the drug dealin
A broad gangsta
my daddy was a thug
Had a 38 wit the
hallow point slug
So when he lit shots
Niggaz dropped
quicker than bootlegger
sells his liquor
A little nigga tried to
squeeze 22's in my
Reebok shoes
Payin dudes
while kids was on their
one's and two's
Now I'm much older
colder fuck a holster
Got the Mac 11's
swingin from my shoulder
It's a damn shame
I got to put my
mom through the strain
I'm livin in a house of pain
Is anybody listenin and
tell me can you see this
God be surroundin me
Now it's gettin colder
heavy on my shoulder
and it's gettin
hard to breathe
And it's gettin blury
I'm gettin worried
cause it's gettin
hard to see
When your lampin in the
house of paaaiiinnn
When motherfucker
dust kicker
who can you trust
Who gave you the
heart to see a nigga
Before you bust
my name is spoken on the
tongue so many foes
Bustin motherfuckers out the
blocks and I ain't even go
Now how the hell do you
explain my claim to fame
From doin fix to bustin
tricks out the fuckin frame
Got these bitches on my jock
niggaz on my block
Jealous ass suckers got it
duckin for my fuckin glock
And bustin niggaz ass
is to stay alive
Skinny ass playa watchin
victim motherfuckers fry
They ask me how I'm livin
how I'm a hustler
Buckin busters il they die
Now it's on in the ghetto
you ain't heard
Niggaz got they AK's
headin for the bird
Aimin at free ass
bitches let 'em rain
Givin 'em wettin 'em
welcome to the house of pain
Is anybody listenin and
tell me can you see this
God be surroundin me
Now it's gettin colder
heavy on my shoulder
and it's gettin
hard to breathe
And it's gettin blury
I'm gettin worried
cause it's gettin
hard to see
When your lampin in the
house of paaaiiinnn
Wendy Williams say I
stayed dust maybe I should
cuz these rappers'll
have your phone tap like
Savion Glover
And on the
West the police corrupt
some are bloods
But these Teflon
I loaded explodin some mugs
I'm like Furious in
Boyz In the Hood
But at the drive through
I'm ain't runnin I'm dumpin
Crazy like a paru
and load up
know how Nas do
I'm callin Henchmen
to save shit
to organize a black truth
And we party hard
party wit Nas
Since they ain't no more
Mardi Gras
And Bush won't apologize
I got gangsta hoes
Kobe Bryant
scared to sodomize
And 45's for them
suckers y'all idolize
Ya'll yellin my name
but y'all soon die in
Tryin to portray real
but they be ly in
Cuz they want real
niggaz to die
so they can game
But neva that
this ain't neva lastin
this is the house of pain
anybody listenin and
tell me can you see this
God be surroundin me
Now it's gettin colder
heavy on my shoulder
and it's gettin
hard to breathe
And it's gettin blury
I'm gettin worried
cause it's gettin
hard to see
When your lampin in the
house of paaaiiinnn